Let em live for what he a low nigga lean on him
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See a .. half man, half machine on em
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.. new nightmare, I run up in their dreams on em
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The pad man look boy, have to rush and pleed on em
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Niggas talking snick shit, till you put the squeeze on em
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Certify hit busy nobody and your league want it
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If you think that nigga hot I'm bout to put that freeze on it,
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Superman what happen with that horse if you sneack on it,
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Hard and .. as hot, heavy missin shot, keep warm it
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Peason up to f*ck up, be quiet when the ..on me
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Bully any track and I dare you to speak on it,
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Part time hustler I'm seven days a week on it,
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Been on black and talk about why you never seen on em
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Mixtape garbage couldn't sell the Jay Z on it,
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Not the gangsta type, alfa doggy show the lean on em,
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This nigga been that, alfa bet, you put the cream on it,
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Time to quire on em let em single rest and pitch on em
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Fake to be the proof, looking shot ad you won't see on em
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Lil shopper sweet harbour kamikaze unit palmer,
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Every shot I shoot you warmer,
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Now your army moving palmer.
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So as I'm fly down his highway
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Speeding like a motherf*cker
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Thinking bout my past life and how I'm flexing on this suckers
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Slow down, wait a minute, let me get my mouth rack,
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Rich boy move out my way
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You hugging up them lime light,
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I'm just the hooly in the dark,
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Tryin to get my time right,
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Smoking my Rihanna bitch she yellow, so she shine bright
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Got the pression on my wrist, don't even know if the time's right
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But my time's right now, so I gotta break down
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Your boy's getting money slower than my laces,
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So I'm still buying fly shit, splurging on my last shit,
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Rest in peace he's done zipping in plastic
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Don't worry 'bout the bell 'cause I can cover the casket
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More money, more problems, gotta move carefully
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Biggy taught me right so I'm now I'm ballin like ..
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I'm the type of nigga that will come raise a catastrophe
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I ought and stuck in limbo but nobody else is trapping me,
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I'm getting to the little, all I see is green
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On the paper chase, I'm sweating in these dreams
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Moving slowly, double cup no lean,
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Loud on deck, fill it up Hennessey
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I move swiftly pocket bullet twenty
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It's cut thrown nigga then you not my homie,
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Come f*ck with me, come and see when I'm about
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If I ain't shit bitch, keep my name ..mouth,
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I'm cruising on this bout switching lane in this rout,
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Made a bitch rain, got her p**sy out the drout,
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I'll fish you like don't rap, don't make me call a text out,
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(I'll fish you like don't rap, don't make me call a text out)
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Getting down on this damn knee,
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F*ck on dick don't have to,
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Used to watch the duty shit, now I'm like I rap too,
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I rate it, I made it, and then they hate it
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'cause rap shit, I started we're never premeditated
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Yeah, look to that shit, boy they ..created it,
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Niggas we the best until we check this ..
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I like vacation and play for ..
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I pray to God every night just to think and now he made it,
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If she on that love, see I'm telling, that bitch is saving,
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How many times will be hurry and say I'm the f*cking greatest
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Anything I say better believe it when I say it
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And when you're with your bitch, she with my niggas yeah we fade it
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